I maybe living but I am dark in the inside

So much darkness that I feel no need to cry

US humans we can ere meant to live, survive, and of course die and I ask why?

What’s the point of surviving if the white mans already decided my fate all from the hate of my skin color

Do you ever sit and wonder? Wonder what living will be like if we picked our on faith

Where no one hate or where I can give my worst enemy a handshake, but we will never know because right now we are just living to die

I want to be as light as a feather

Gliding through the air in this world

Wondering if I will be the best for her or the worst

Hoping I can happily wed before I’m in a hearse

Wanna walk across the beach with no worries with a smile on my face

Knowing that someday I will pass and someone will tell my stories

Facing the horror the world brings to me

I still stand tall with a smile and bring grateful that I’m able to breathe

I want to always feel light as a feather so I can just glide through the air

People change like the shirts on their back and I know that for a fact. Can’t hang with many I tell you the only person you can trust is you. Just wanna know what’s real, how trust really feel so I can be healed from the thought of being crossed. Suspecting everyone has a back up plan to step on my shoulders to get ahead or take someone or something from me to make me a person that I don’t wanna be. People change,... so the best thing for you to do is just the remain the same and play along with this long lasting game.